A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink 【垂死的老虎】

--Emily Dickinson

A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink—I hunted all the Sand—I caught the Dripping of a RockAnd bore it in my Hand—一只垂死的老虎---呻吟着要水喝---我搜遍了沙滩--- 我用手接着--- 一块礁石滴下的水 His Mighty Balls—in death were thick—But searching—I could seeA Vision on the RetinaOf Water—and of me—他的两只大眼---临死时很大---正在搜寻---我能看见视网膜上的景象搜寻水---和我--- ’Twas not my blame—who sped too slow—’Twas not his blame—who diedWhile I was reaching him—But ’twas—the fact that He was dead— 不是我的过失---速度太慢---不是他的过失---他死了当我走近他时---但这就是---事实---他死了---